Grant returned to the spot where he had been standing when Fred called him, and picking up his rod soon joined his companion. Together they made their way back to camp rehearsing the story of the big trout’s capture time and again during the journey.
“The others don’t seem to have returned yet,” remarked Grant when they had arrived at their destination. “Shall we wait for them?”
“I don’t see the use. Let’s clean some of the fish and get ready for supper.”
“You’re not going to eat that big one, are you?”
“I’m not going to touch it yet, that’s sure. I want to show it to Pop first.”
“Aren’t you going to stuff it and take it home?”
“I don’t believe I can,” said Fred. “I don’t know how to do it myself and there isn’t any place around here where I can have it done.”
“That’s too bad; still it will make good eating.”
“After I’ve shown it to Pop,” grinned Fred.
“Here they come now!” exclaimed Grant, and as he spoke John and George appeared through the trees a short distance away.